im going to miss these mountains.

last weekend i camped out gypsy style with a bunch of my friends at this awesome little beach on the shore. we obviously fell under the choripan-palta spell again, and i officially have decided i will never touch, let alone eat choripan or avocado for a longg time. its way too stressful.


because who really needs a tent?
lena, jackie, me and austin (note that lena and jackie are sharing a sleeping bag)


our camping grounds.


around the campfire <3

how bittersweet it is to think that in a little over a week i will be back in the united states...and in rockville. on monday afternoon i fly out of santiago :( and into buenos aires where i will spend the week doing that argentine thing (and maybe mix some uruguay into it) with a nice little mix of the friends i met through my study abroad program and hopefully some new ones...

im never eating choripan again.

so I decided to go on a full on camping trip for the first time, and what better place than San Pedro de Atacama--the driest desert in the world. sounds appealing, yeah? as sarcastic as that was intended, my experience was anything but dry (pun intented..haha so lame, but I had to put it in there).

Anna, Lena and I flew up to Antofogasta and then bused it to San Pedro, at which point we met up with Jackie, Derick and Briteye at the camping grounds. I believe there is something in the air up there because you feel like you are on a high of sorts (and we didnt even have to take the san pedro...)

The town itself is pretty turisty, but being the travelers that we are, we have gotten pretty damn good at getting around paying tourist prices. what, what. so, on saturday night, lena, anna, jackie and i hopped in a chilean man's army-style truck with a french couple, and all of us drove to the salt flats. the water at these flats are saturated with salt to the point that when you jump in, you immediately float to the top. When we first arrived, the flats were crowded with tourists, but no more than half an hour later it was just our truck of people...and so we watched the sunset together. And saw wild flamingoes flying over head. It was magical.


the four of us relaxing at the flats :)


the moon coming up

on sunday, we rented bikes in the morning, first heading to rio san pedro. after some wrong turns we finally got to the water and came across a lovely french couple who invited us to go swimming, we obviously followed and happily stripped down to our bathing suits giving the couple room to enjoy the surroundings. it wasnt until maybe 10 minutes later when we caught them casually having sex maybe 15 feet away that we were a little unsettled at the situation. at any rate it wasnt too long before they parted ways, and we set up a little picnic and enjoyed our private space (for the most part).


a picture of me biking through the desert

after lunch, we made our way to valle de la luna, a famous spot in san pedro for watching the sunset. it was filled with tourists who bused their way up. we were gypsies and walked/biked first to some caverns and then eventually made our way towards the sunset. it was breath taking...


Valle de la Luna!

happy thanksgiving!

hey all, it is certainly weird being in south america for thanksgiving because it honestly feels like any other day. no worries though, a few of my gringo friends and i are together this afternoon cooking (although the food is only half as good as anything from back home...). im going to have to say the weather down here is more agreeable than anything back home. its sunny, about 70 with clear skies and best of all tomorrow im heading to northern chile for a weekend at the beach and camping in the desert. i love you all, and i miss everyone!!

Beach Weekend

This past weekend I headed over to the coast, about an hour or so away from Santiago via bus, to hang out at the beach. I was just traveling with my friend Jackie, so when we randomly ended up in a fishing town called Quintero north of Valpo we were slightly disheartened to be the only gringas in town. However, we wanted something off the beaten path and we certainly got what we asked for: seafood empanadas and white wine on Friday night.

And on Saturday, paradise...







we randomly got into a discussion with one of the women who was staying in the same house/residencia as us about how her daughter (a 10 year old girl from Chile) wants to become the President of the United States. we laughed, but she got way too serious and told us it simply wasn't funny, that there are a lot of problems in the U.S. and her daughter could help. a true gyspy if you ask me.

later on Saturday we bussed our way to Valpo and lived the traveler's dream among people from Australia, Canada, Germany, England and other Americans (weird, I know)by cooking up an awesome burrito dinner followed by a lunchin chilean club.

after walking around Valpo on Sunday, we headed back to Santiago...
so until my next adventure, i hope you enjoy the beach pics :)

I can think of 25 ways I would prefer to spend these next 25 hours.

We got back to Puno on Tuesday evening, and from there took a bus to Lima...are you ready for this one? A 25 hour bus ride. What, what. If you can imagine the grossest bus ride through the middle of no where, it would probably be half as gnarly as our trip. I think the bus ride actually enhanced our experience though (seriously.) For one, it was mind-blowing to see the kind of poverty that people live in. The majority of the bus ride that I was awake for was through the desert, with literally nothing but sand for miles. Then all of a sudden there would be a collection of pueblos that were all dusty and dirty, but people still lived there. And there was nothing. I am so thankful for my house back home, and hot showers, and just water in general. You don’t realize how lucky we have it until everything is taken away. In reality, not much was even taken away from me, because I could still afford to buy clean water and at least try to find hot showers (which were more or less non existent).

You can only imagine how excited life was when we got off that bus. Anywhere would have been better then inside it, but things were so much more awesome because we were in Lima, the capital of Peru which is on its coast. When we were in Cuzco we met an Aussie who gave us good vibes and recommended a hostel in Lima, so we headed over to it…and I am 100% sure this guy was a God-send. For the first time we were in Peru, we were at a place that was clean and had running, hot water. Basically, this hostel was the shit. It had really good food, super cool people working there, bomb drink specials. We were in heaven.

Nothing went down Wednesday night because we were all strangely tired after the bus ride. After dinner, we treated ourselves to ice cream, and ended on the open porch of the hostel, attempting to play drinking games, but failing miserably for lack of motivation.

Thursday we walked around the city and just relaxed. I was basically just thrilled to be clean. It was an easy-going day, the highlights were basically just eating. Low point.

On Friday, things were still pretty slow. Jackie, Anna, Austin and I went paragliding which is basically the calmest adventure sport I have ever done, especially after all the hardcore activities we have been up to these past few weeks. You are connected to this huge kite-type contraption with a guide who navigates the wind; it’s a wonderful way to check out the city and look over the ocean and I would definitely recommend it to all types of people. Even if you have heart conditions. It’s that calm.

Afterwards, we went down to the beach and dipped in the water…which was pretty dirty. Haha, there were pieces of trash, and probably hair…body parts, I don’t know, but we survived and crawled out only to lie on the rocks and nap under the sun. As we headed back to the hostel to hang out for a little bit, we ate sushi and I tried ceviche for the first time. Ceviche is a dish of I think just raw fish, as dangerous as you may think the dish was delicious, and no one got sick of it. A little more shopping, then back to the hostel to pick up our bags and then we were off to the airport. Our plane back to Santiago late Friday night and I was SUPER bummed to leave. Peru was such the adventure of a lifetime <3

on the beach in lima..


walking through the city


jackie, me, anna, and lena

Lago Titicaca and third world fun

Sunday night was all about transportation. We took a train from Aguas Calientes to a place called Ollantaytambo, at which we got picked up and taken to Cuzco. From there we took a 9 hour bus ride (the equivalent of $3 USD) to Puno. How did I know I was roaming around in a third world country? When we got woken up at 4:30 in the morning randomly to connect to another bus. It was a shitshow; the 6 of us were running around between two buses with our huge backpacks alongside all these women with their kids meanwhile there were randomly a bunch of bicyclists who try to take you around like a taxi. UGH. But in the end, we found ourselves in Bus #2 with all our things, and all of our people, and without too many problems.

Puno probably has some perks to it, but we didn’t see it because our next stop was Lago Titicaca. (The name is funny really only until you get there, and then you realize, damn I have been so immature up until this point). The Lake shares a border between Bolivia and Peru and has the highest altitude in the world. Just taking a boat on the lake is equivalent to the height of most mountains. Wonderful, yes, except if you have lived at sea level your entire life and get altitude sickness that constitutes not eating and surviving only through sleeping. No big deal. I’ve had worse problems, and the best part about it was I could wake up and look onto a beautiful lake view.

Anyways, our stay on the lake was over the course of 2 days-Monday and Tuesday. On Monday we boated to 3 islands, the first two I missed because I got SUPER sick from the change in altitude. But my friends who were on the island for the tour had a little dress-up session and got to try on traditional clothes from the island while singing and dancing. Throughout the tour, we got a taste of the culture there which included a traditional round of breakfast/lunch/dinner foods, a hike up one of the mountains to get a picturesque view of the lake, and a festival. All in all it was a good time. I’m sorry I can’t give you details. Basically this part of the trip=sleeping for me. I can tell you however that the view was absolutely gorgeous, and while I have never been to Greece I imagine the views are something similar.

the Lake (I had to steal this pic from a friend because I never made it up to this view!)


Anna and I with our host mom for the night, and some random little boy from the island


this was some of the cultural and dressing up going down on the island..
(joe, anna, lena, austin, and jackie)


Lena and I after lunch on the second day

Machu Pichu

Machu Pichu=bomb.com. Simply put, words and pictures together barely do the ruins any justice. After 3 hardcore hours of sleep the night before, we awoke to a free little hostel breakfast and got in line to take the buses up to the ruins sight (which are in the mountains…which is part of the reason the whole idea of Machu Pichu blows my mind—that a civilization could basically just pick a place in the middle of no where and make it one of the most reknown places in the world. Rep the Incans.) If you don’t know, Machu Pichu was actually discovered relatively recently, and part of the mystery of the ruins is the fact that historians/archeologists don’t actually know the reason behind the place. Mainly there is just speculation about what it COULD have been. Whatever it was, it still takes your breath away.

Being that we were one of the first 400 visitors (it gets thousands on any given day), we were able to also climb Waynapicchu. Almost 9000 feet of sweat and haggardness has never been so rewarding. And here we thought little Ms. Rockville, MD would willingly spend her time climbing a mountain.

Random side fact: the mosquitos at Machu Pichu make you want to scratch your legs off. Thank you nature. It is a week later and I still have nasty remnants from those little suckers. The craziest part though? I wasn’t even the one who suffered from the most bites. My friend Jackie literally had/has hundreds of bites all over her legs. She has some amazing willpower though, because while I couldn’t resist scratching she kept her hands off to let things heal. Good work Jackie.

climbing up Waynapicchu...


my friend Joe heading up one of the parts of the trek...


Machu Pichu!




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